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Lofty is that southern hill ,
With its masses of rocks !
Awe-inspiring are you , O [Grand] master Yin ,
And the people all look to you !
A fire burns in their grieving hearts ;
They do not dare to speak of you even in jest .
The kingdom is verging to extinction ;—
How is it that you do not consider the state of things ?
Lofty is that southern hill ,
And vigorously grows the vegetation on it !
Awe-inspiring are you , O [Grand] master Yin ,
But how is it that you are so unjust ?
Heaven is continually redoubling its afflictions ;
Deaths and disorder increase and multiply ;
No words of satisfaction come from the people ;
And yet you do not correct nor bemoan yourself !
The Grand-master Yin ,
Is the foundation of our Zhou ,
And the balance of the State is in his hands .
He should be keeping together the four quarters [of the kingdom] ;
He should be aiding the Son of Heaven ,
So as to preserve the people from going astray .
O unpitying great Heaven ,
It is not right he should reduce us all to such misery !
Doing nothing himself personally ,
The people have no confidence in him ,
By making no inquiry , and no trial of their services ,
He should not deal deceitfully with superior men .
By dismissing them on the requirement of justice ,
Mean men would not be endangering [the common weal] ;
And his mean relatives ,
Would not be in offices of importance .
Great Heaven , unjust ,
Is sending down these exhausting disorders .
Great Heaven , unkind ,
Is sending down these great miseries .
Let superior men come [into office] ,
And that would bring rest to the people's hearts .
Let superior men do justly ,
And the animosities and angers would disappear .
O unpitying , great Heaven ,
There is no end to the disorder !
With every month it continues to grow ,
So that the people have no repose .
I am as if intoxicated with the grief of my heart .
Who holds the ordering of the kingdom ?
Not attending himself to the government ,
The issue is toil and pain to the people .
I yoke my four steeds ,
My four steeds , long-necked .
I look to the four quarters [of the kingdom] ;
Distress is everywhere ; there is nowhere I can drive to .
Now your evil is rampant ,
And I see your spears .
Again you are pacified and friendly ,
As if you were pledging one another .
From great Heaven is the injustice ,
And our king has no repose .
[Yet] he will not correct his heart ,
And goes on to resent endeavours to rectify him .
I , Jia-fu , have made this song ,
To lay bare the king's disorders .
If you would but change your heart ,
And nourish the myriad States !—